//my grandma lemholt wore leopard catsuits until she was past 80.we also knew, before we could actually see her,when she was on her way and shoutedFaMo's here !hanging over the stack of pancakes of childhood parties.it was a rather sure bet from just the sound of metalagainst metal, that her bracelets emitted klæng! klæng! klæng! they would dance along her slender arms,often lined up all the way to the elbow.she wore rings that made it an achievement to lift the cocktail glass.amazing affairs out of different stones and metals.veiled is my memory of silver snakes, velvety turquoisesand large round shapes thread on the wrong fingers,but somehow always just in the right place.one of those times when she, so to speak made an entrance beforeactually entering the room, she sported a freshly cut steel grey bob,which was short almost to the ear on one sideand gradually longer, down to the shoulder, on the other.she also painted big canvases & made meatballs every now and then.admittedly with just about a whole onion in each one, but still.and always in meticulously coated nails and nonethelessbejewelled as a golden rule, - paintbrushes and easel or not..they say i’m like her, because i’m crazy about jewellery.but the strange thing with me is that i don’t wear it.well, maybe one at a time. and yes, i do just love to wearnothing but faded denim with a simple t shirt,- & then let one piece of jewellery do all the talking.and if there’s one thing i’m drawn to, be it in glossy stores ordusty markets, it is undoubtedly details & accessories.so maybe i have inherited that from FaMo,that fascination for that which embellishes.for those details with that little extra.

also, by some {for me} unfathomable reason,one of the most common - and recurring searchesin the statistics here, in this my little world in the world,is hannah lemholt accessories.when i see that i always smile. and think of FaMo..in almost every photograph from when my papa was little,the three brothers, and baby anna, my lovely aunt, sits - in buckets, in hammocks, on blankets in the grass.and around them flutters my FaMo.in tight dresses that fit like a silk glove,in hats with huge brims that shades her beautiful faceand those bracelets, lined all the way to the elbow.klæng! klæng! klæng! sounds my imagination.i think we experienced her a little bit inaccessible,behind the gold and leopard print.coming back from weekends at Famo & FaFa’s,i could talk embroidering for hours about all the crazinesswe’ve been up to with grandpa. when mama asked..and grandma? i repliedgrandma wore a beautiful dress with yellow birds.

.when i go from room to room here at home now,i think to myself that i probably did get that from her..cause they can be found just about everywhere,the jewellery, the details, the accessories.scattered where they somehow seem to belong,small works of art and each with its own special story.it is the bijou we dreamed up on the island of gods,when we still created accessories for love warriors.it's winged ear cuffs, - a bargain from a big storeand rings i found at the smallest of balinese markets.there’s eighteen karat gold & volcanic sand, - & what’s saidto be unicorn hair, from iceland. it is a vintage tokenfrom the new york subway and it's headbandscalled winter flower that is summer’s finest.there’s belts and cotton, the softest bone and the sharpest horn.there’s crystal and rope, feathers and gold..m’s mama, cleo, this amazing woman with purple hairand fiery cypriot blood in her veins, wonder somewhat dismayedwhy there is gold laying on the window sill.where's your safe, darling ?!she asks smiling as she tries on a bracelet.i laugh and let her keep an oversizedgold necklace i found once in bali.it kind of has her name on it.and FaMo’s.and so i smile and think of my grandfather.for it was FaFa who sent us children on a hunt amongthe fields of purple heather, outside their house by the woods.the one who brought back the most imaginative bouquet would win.i think to myself i’m probably most like FaFa after all.for my golden rule is more, as someone said so beautifully

i’d rather have flowers in my hairthan diamonds around my neck.with love,h